Here is a view on something, yes, in THIS universe. It's swing. I don't know what it is about it. (Yes. I mean Lindy-Hop.)
I don't know what it is about the dance that is just an escape from this world. When the buzz of techno, the scream from... screamo, the unbelievable bass from rap, the twang of country (yes even the twang) starts to grate my nerves like the knuckles of the devil himself, there is swing.
When you listen to the songs it's like your thinking 'This doesn't sound bad.... It doesn't look bad.... Where's the sin?... Fishy.'
But the truth is, aside from skirts falling up whilst their owners are defying gravity, it's NOT BAD! However, the music does have a strange possessive effect on the human limbs. I know it's a whole new concept. Cool/Goodness=Error or Redefinition of cool?
Yeah that's it. You must remold your place you hold cool in. It's a new cool. The kind where you can call people Hepcat. Yes I just did.
And it's not dumb to act dumb. It's not bad to act... good? Yeah. There really is no move in swing where your the knitters on the side lines say 'Does that girl want to get pregnant?'. There's only those flips where they say. 'It's a good thing she's not pregnant!'.
Oh! And dressing nice is cool!
I can't wait to strap on those suspenders and slick my hair into a ghoulishly slick state and swing onto that floor.
You should join a new swing club that is opening on Fridays at.... I really don't know. I shall post more information about that later!
Ciao!